Exotic (a silly-sad song)

If you can say my name,

I’ll give you 50 dollars.

And if you spell it right

then you deserve a billion more.

That’s one for every person

in the country that i come from.

No, I don’t know them all,

or your friends in California.

—-

(Chorus)

Oh I’m exotic

I guess there’s no denying

I’m so exotic

sometimes it leaves me crying

Yes, I’m exotic

That’s why I’m always flying home

To bring you presents from the Taj Mahal

—–

I ride an elephant

Yeah, all my cows are holy

And I’ve got monkeys all around me

everywhere I go

And when I leave the house

I always take my cobras with me

It never hurts to be this charming

when you’re on your own

—–

Well I’m exotic

I guess there’s no denying

And my food’s exotic

sometimes it leaves you crying

I am exotic

That’s why I’m always flying home

to bring you peacock feathers for your wall.

——-

Well that red dot I wear

Means I’m feeling homesick

I lost my identity

Can’t tell you why or when or where

I’ve got a feeling

that it happened when I was a baby

On flight 291

from New Delhi to Delaware

Yeah, I grew up in Delaware.

—–

That’s not exotic

I guess there’s no denying

I’m not exotic

Sometimes it leaves me crying.

So un-exotic

That’s why I’m always flying home…

to bring you presents from the Taj Mahal.

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